A/N: Originally this chapter was supposed to just be Vincenzo and Alfredo, but the chapter was turning out to be on the shorter side so I threw in San Francisco and Enterprise CL since they both had a chapter coming up in a few anyway.
That said, do enjoy~
The Haar
Chapter 7: Vincenzo Gioberti, Alfredo Oriani, San Francisco, Enterprise CL
Where did Le Mars and Maillé Brézé go?
That was the question on Vincenzo Gioberti's mind, worry in her heart as she and Alfredo Oriani sped across the boggy ground in long strides. Le Mars hadn't reported back or waited for the rest of the fleet to move onwards, an oddity thus far, so she and Alfredo had volunteered to go check up on them.
And thus far, had seen no traces of them. That worried Vincenzo more than she wanted to admit; though both were Destroyers like them, Le Mars was a talented swordswoman and Maillé Brézé equally as so with a lance, so the idea that any mere monster could take them down was unlikely in her mind. Then again, they weren't entirely sure what they were dealing with and they could've been ambushed, so she couldn't rule out the worst so soon.
Grimacing the petite Destroyer kept sprinting, wincing every time she stepped on a particularly wet patch that sunk her foot in deep before she hurriedly removed it, running on. ''How much further should we search?''
''Hn, I'd say... about two more minutes in this direction? Then loop up northwards before heading back to the main fleet?'' Alfredo called out from just a few feet away, voice carrying across the distance easily.
Vincenzo nodded but her expression remained uncertain; worry clogging her throat. She hoped that the two girls would be alright, maybe just a bit lost, but she couldn't help but fear the worst.
The duo kept on exploring for another minute, running as fast as they dared on the unsteady swamp ground – and just when Vincenzo was about to suggest they go back she caught a glint of something. At first she assumed it might just be a glistening plant or something but when they drew nearer she noticed the peculiar shape of it, how the light gleamed off of it like it was more metal than plant. And when she got closer, she realised with some amount of horror that it was Maillé Brézé's lance, her shield laid flat next to it.
Alfredo saw them the same moment she did, a grim expression crossing the Destroyer's face. As one they approached the discarded armaments, finding Le Mars's signature broadsword abandoned on the boggy ground as well, nearly slipping into the swamp water until Vincenzo carefully pulled it back onto flatter ground. Alfredo on the other hand approached Maillé abandoned shield and lance, lifting the former and inspecting it closely.
Only then did she speak, voice low. ''They're undamaged. She must've been ambushed, or had to leave them to help Le Mars. There's no other rational explanation for why she'd abandon her weapons otherwise.''
''You can tell with just a look?'' Vincenzo remarked with awe.
Alfredo shot her a slight smile, but the grim mood made it vanish fast. ''Mm. If their weapons are both here, though...''
She trailed off, expression becoming as uncertain as Vincenzo herself felt.
If their weapons were left here, undamaged, then that could only mean the girls themselves were dragged off somewhere – either overland, or underwater.
''...should we go back and report this?'' Vincenzo said quietly. ''Or look for them?''
Alfredo frowned at that, looking away. In the silence the distant croaks of frogs and hisses of insect wings was the only real noise to fill the muggy air, swamp water bubbling up in places and adding to the disgusting ambience. After a long moment though Alfredo sighed deeply and picked up Maillé's armaments, hefting them up as best she could despite their impressive weight.
''Let's head back.'' Alfredo agreed softly. ''If they left their weapons behind, it's fair to assume they're dead. Looking for them just risks the same happening to us – better we head back and inform the others so they don't meet the same fate.''
Vincenzo winced, but understood the cold logic in her companion's words. Though Alfredo tried to smile the sadness in her eyes was apparent – the idea of leaving behind their comrades when there was even a small chance of them being alive hurt. But they had to be practical here; better to run and live another day than die a pointless death.
Thus Vincenzo rose to her feet, the pale-haired Destroyer grunting as she hefted up Le Mars's abandoned broadsword, and as one the two girls began to retrace their steps back to the main fleet. Though they'd not really marked their way both had a good memory and picked up on the smaller details that helped lead them back to the others – how certain trees had small, distinct flowers or cuts in their bark, how the ground formed certain lakes here and there, so on. Small things that narrowed their route down.
Their route though took them back to one of their original problems; a wide river. Before they'd simply run and jumped over it, but with the heavy weapons in their hands such a feat seemed a bit beyond them – and after some quick discussion, decided to take a short detour. It wasn't anything extreme, just taking a left around a tree and following a C-shaped island towards their original route, keeping said route in their line-of-sight at all times so they knew where to go.
'Le Mars... Maillé...' Vincenzo thought to herself sadly, glancing ahead as they neared a wall of vines – dangling dark green tendrils that hung from a tree branch. 'I hope you're still alive out there and we're making the wrong decision, rather than the opposite...'
Alfredo took the lead and used Maillé's borrowed shield to push the lines out of the way, but one slipped past and landed on her arm – making the wannabe-journalist yelp and pull back. ''Ow! They're sharp!''
''Not so loud!'' Vincenzo hurriedly whisper-yelled, looking around worriedly. ''We don't know if it'll attract anything.''
''Right, good point...''
Busy muttering between themselves and inspecting Alfredo's minor sting wound, neither Destroyer thought to look up at the branch hosting the vines – upon which several pale, almost translucent creatures crawled. They were small, not much bigger than a human hand and built in the same shape as one, their mostly-flat body leading into five jointed appendages, all of it covered in a thin, glossy slime. A Hugger. Lacking any eyes or visible sensory appendages the creatures searched largely by sound and vibration... but, also by body heat.
Of which both girls below radiated quite a bit, in the musky swamp atmosphere.
''It seems fine, it's like a nettle's sting. I'll check in though to make sure it's not poisonous or anything.''
Vincenzo smiled and was about to answer when she caught movement just behind Alfredo, prompting her to tilt slightly to the right and look, but saw only the bark of the tree half-submerged in the swamp and the adjacent, dangling vines. Alfredo noticed her reaction and looked behind her in confusion, a half-smile forming on her face as she turned to look back at Vincenzo, presumably about to tease her about seeing shadows.
When Vincenzo felt something tickle her leg and shrieked. The flighty Destroyer stumbled back and looked down, eyes bulging as she found a Hugger rapidly climbing her leg – its finger-like appendages digging into her shin as it propelled itself up her limb. She dropped the broadsword in her hand out of fright and reached down to swat at the thing but it disappeared up her skirt in the time it took her to cry out, its wet, sticky body jumping the last inch of distance and pressing its body against her crotch.
Nary a second later the thin, barely-visible slit along the underbelly of the creature opened, and a gout of sticky clear fluid spewed out, clinging to her panties and rapidly dissolving them.
''A-Ahh! What's it doing?!'' Vincenzo wailed, yanking her skirt up and hitting it – but it just flinched from the impact, its fingertips digging into her flesh and refusing to let go. ''Alfredo pull it off!''
The journalist snapped out of her shock then and stammered out a response – but before she could even attempt to remove the hand-like creature Vincenzo's underwear disintegrated enough for the Hugger to press itself against her bare pussy, all five of its fingers digging harshly into her flesh and making Vincenzo cry out in pain. Though none broke the skin the pressure they put on her hurt, but that soon turned out to be the least of her concerns as she felt something wet slither out of the Hugger's slit.
And then a split-second later the creature's appendage speared into her virgin pussy. Vincenzo's eyes bulged and she jerked forwards, both hands flying down and unintentionally pushing her skirt down atop the creature – holding it against her groin. She tried to curl her fingers to grip at it but the second the appendage shot inside of her her whole body seemed to go rigid; pleasure of the unwanted variety shocking her nerves.
''Agh...! It's, ah... it's inside me...!'' Vincenzo managed to gasp out, legs quaking as the wet tendril buried itself inside her again. ''Oh god get it off please!''
Then suddenly the Hugger's short thrusts sped up – its penis-like appendage thrusting in-and-out of Vincenzo at a non-stop pace. It took all she had to not collapse outright but she could do no more than that, her groin afire as the Hugger raped her pussy, stirring her insides up and soon probing her cervix with its sticky appendage.
Alfredo moved to hep but heard the vines behind her rustle, earning her gaze – and she let out a cry of her own as she threw herself to one side, narrowly avoiding the Hugger that lunged down on her from above. The small creature landed on the boggy ground and raced towards her, nimble as a rat as it skittered her way and crawled over Maillé's now-abandoned shield, prompting Alfredo to scramble backwards with a stammered, half-formed cry to stay back.
She got her footing underneath her and managed to get to her feet, right hand desperately gripping the oversized lance in her hand – before with a yell she brought it down like a narrow hammer and smushed the creature into the boggy ground. When she raised the weapon though the creature wasn't dead – flattened and with one leg broken, but not dead. Something that made Alfredo bring the lance down several more times, panicking as she smashed the Hugger into the boggy ground until its legs stopped twitching entirely.
Only to realise, in her split-second moment of relief, that there was even more of them.
Something proven as another Hugger lunged at her, landing on her lance and rapidly crawling up towards her arm. The wannabe-journalist dropped the weapon in a heartbeat and stumbled away, only to catch her heel on the uneven ground and fall on her back once more. Her palms squished into the wet bog and she tried to get up – but this time, she wasn't fast enough; helpless and able to only watch as one of the Hugger ran under her skirt.
And then it was attached to her crotch, its underbelly putting itself flush against her panty-clad pussy. Frantic now Alfredo reached under her skirt and tried to pull the creature's finger-like arms off but failed, its grip unyielding, and within seconds her panties started to dissolve, exposing her nether lips to the creature and allowing its cock-like tongue to shoot forth, penetrating her.
''Agh!'' Alfredo threw her arms back, legs unconsciously opening and leaving her in the labour position, albeit without the stomach bulge.
For how long though, she didn't know.
A thought she desperately chased from her mind, gripping the boggy ground and stumbling to her feet – only to nearly fall immediately when the Hugger eagerly plunged its tendril into her womanhood, the shock of it making her knees quake and threaten to give out. Cries from Vincenzo though drew her gaze over to her friend and she stumbled over, gasping with the slightest movement and ignoring the other Huggers that skittered around them, seemingly waiting.
''A-Alfredo-!'' Vincenzo wailed with tears running down her cheeks. ''H-Help-!''
Alfredo couldn't. She couldn't help herself, let alone her friend – and so without any other option she grabbed onto Vincenzo and just hugged her, using her to help her stand. Vincenzo grabbed onto the back of her jacket too and leaned on her for support, both of them gasping and crying as the Huggers eagerly violated their pussies, slick appendages pounding their holes ravenously. Even though they weren't particularly thick they were long and slammed inside like a bullet, the impacts to their innermost parts sharp and electrifying.
Their closeness gave them some minor comfort, knowing they were at least not alone... until a third Hugger dropped down on Alfredo from above, scrambling over to her face – and mid-scream it attached itself to her face, its cock-like appendage thrusting eagerly into her mouth. Vincenzo's pupils dilated from such a sight, recoiling away from her friend but unwilling – unable – to let go, watching in open-mouthed horror as Alfredo screamed through the Hugger, her voice garbled both by its body and the appendage fucking her mouth.
''N-No...'' Vincenzo whimpered fearfully, her hips buckling as another thrust hit her depths.
The Huggers were relentless, no pause nor slow to their pace as they violated their pussies, their nimble tendrils plunging into them eagerly. It didn't even hurt particularly much but the thought, the knowledge that the strange insect-like creature was mating with her, its sticky body hugging her crotch, made it all the scarier. Doubly so when she felt it begin to pulsate against her groin, fluid oozing around its shaft and smearing along her nether lips, leaving them tingling and sensitive.
That same fluid oozed from the Hugger's shaft itself, smearing against her tender inner walls and cervix – and Vincenzo screamed as it suddenly penetrated her cervix too, its narrow appendage pushing through the loosened hole and entering her womb proper. Instantly she felt lumps travel up the Hugger's length, pushing her cervix open even wider-
-and Vincenzo flinched as gouts of hot fluids poured into her womb, alongside multiple tiny orbs that were unmistakably eggs. She couldn't move though, couldn't stop it; frozen in fear as the Hugger impregnated her gleefully, its body convulsing against her crotch as it meticulously laid its future spawn within her.
Alfredo wasn't spared either; her muffled scream still audible as she was impregnated too – before she began to cough and splutter as the Hugger on her face poured its seed down her throat too, its eggs going down her gullet one by one. Even though they were no bigger than a marble just feeling them go down was sickening, and the knowledge that the creature was laying eggs made it all the more horrifying, leaving the two Sardinian Destroyers whimpering.
''A-Alfredo...'' Vincenzo whimpered out. ''I'm scared...''
Alfredo however could not answer her, and as Vincenzo felt another Hugger skitter up her back and over her head, she could only scream.
Scream, until she too was muffled, the breeding continuing.
X-x-X
''Hm... think they went this way?''
''It seems like the most probable route. All the others would deviate too far from the others.''
San Francisco hummed in acknowledgement, hopping over a thin stream and onto the boggy ground beyond, sweeping her gaze about. The swamp around them looked just as identical as all the others, but thankfully her partner – Enterprise from the Royal Navy – had a good memory, enabling them to remember the path back.
Frankly San Francisco would much prefer staying back with the rest of the fleet, but New Jersey hadn't gotten any signal from Le Mars and Maillé Brézé, so she sent out Vincenzo Gioberti and Alfredo Oriani to go find out if they were okay. When those two failed to return, however, it fell to San Francisco and her new battle-buddy to go check on them – and hopefully not fall prey to whatever happened to the previous two groups.
''Kinda funny by the way.'' San Francisco commented as they jogged.
''What is?''
''That you're called Enterprise.'' San Francisco grinned cheekily. ''And us Eagles have a carrier called Enterprise too.''
''You are not the first to make note of that.'' Enterprise drawled, though a slight smile quirked at the corners of her mouth. ''Though Miss Enterprise is undeniably more famous than I... I was the one constructed first, I should remind.''
''Heh. Can't argue with that.'' The Eagle Union gal smirked, turning her gaze ahead.
They continued travelling for another minute, maybe two, when the endless chorus of bubbling swamp water and bug noises was interrupted – this time by a muffled cry. The thought alarmed San Francisco and she spared a look at her companion, the dark-skinned maid shooting her a sharp look, then nodding. Wordlessly the two cruisers fell in line with one another, skipping across the bog and hopping over water, racing straight towards the sound.
The sight was not what they were expecting. A wall of vines hung but did little to hide the familiar forms of Vincenzo and Alfredo – both on their knees hugging one another. The most heart-stopping thing though was the fleshy things clutching onto their faces; bony fingers digging into their heads as they pulsated and throbbed disgustingly, some fluid smeared across their skin as the hugging creatures worked.
''What the fuck?'' San Francisco wasn't sure whether to snarl or whisper; her startled words coming out in a mix between the two. Anger quickly took priority, however. ''Oi! Get off of them!''
Using her rigging to push the vines aside San Francisco rushed over to the pair, grabbing the creature on Alfredo's face – but when she yanked all she succeeded in doing was dragging Alfredo towards her, the thing attached like a mask. Alfredo herself barely reacted but Vincenzo certainly did; her right arm flailing about trying to grab onto her and screaming through the Hugger, her voice muffled into nonsensical sounds but describing her panic all too well.
''Shit, uh... hold on!'' San Francisco said hurriedly. ''Enterprise, gimme a hand here!''
The maid silently obeyed, grimacing as she came around to Vincenzo's left side whilst San Francisco took the right, both grabbing the creature as best they could – before with a yell of effort they pulled. Vincenzo's head lurched forwards but the Destroyer managed to pull her head back in the opposite direction, the Hugger holding firm-
-until suddenly it lost its grip and was yanked off, thrown to the ground.
The creature thrashed, legs curling and uncurling like a spider's before turning onto its front – when San Francisco brought her baseball down and smashed it into the bog. It twitched, earning it a second, even heavier smash, her cruiser-class strength utterly crushing the small insectoid into the peat; deceased.
San Francisco spared the creature a disgusted look, but sobbing from Vincenzo drew her gaze onto the poor Destroyer. If she was to guess the two Sardinians had likely been held captive by the creatures for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, or maybe even longer depending on when in their journey they were caught. Removing the Hugger too hadn't come without a cost; four deep, profusely-bleeding gashes now present on Vincenzo's face, with a fifth smaller one on her forehead, the blood mixing with her streaming tears. Whether out of pain or terror, she didn't know.
However she was surprised when the Destroyer lurched, clutching at her crotch with a cry. ''T-This one! T-Take it off too!''
Alarmed San Francisco yanked Vincenzo's skirt up, startled to find a Hugger there too. The dots connected in her minds and a morbid picture painted itself, one reflected in Enterprise's eyes when she looked over at her. These things weren't just attacking the girls, but mating with them. The thought made San Francisco feel sick but she quenched the feeling before it could distract her, instead grabbing the Hugger along with Enterprise and pulling as best she could.
To no avail. ''Shit, can't get a good grip.''
''Me neither.'' Enterprise murmured out.
''P-Please!'' Vincenzo cried. ''I-It won't stop!''
San Francisco was about to try again when she noticed her bat in the corner of her vision, an idea coming to her mind. ''...this'll hurt like hell, but it might work. Enterprise, keep her standing.''
Though Enterprise clearly didn't approve of such a method she clearly didn't have any alternatives on-hand. Thus the dark-skinned cruiser simply nodded, grimacing as she grabbed the sobbing Vincenzo by the underarms and hauled her up, legs apart as best she could when she could hardly stand. San Francisco on the other hand stepped slightly to the side, wincing pre-emptively as she braced, and then swung her bat.
Squch-!
''AGH!''
Her bat swung and connected with the Hugger on Vincenzo's crotch, squishing it, but the blow transferred to Vincenzo's crotch too. Though San Francisco held back as best she could the strength she possessed was nothing to scoff at, and so when Vincenzo broke out into fresh, more pained sobs she could only wince in silent apology. The only mercy was that, trapped between a rock and a hard place, the Hugger had been pretty well smushed by the attack.
The moment Enterprise let go of their defiled companion Vincenzo fell to her knees, ripping the deceased Hugger off and throwing it aside before clutching at her crotch, her cries loud and messy, leaving her coughing and gagging. Or so San Francisco initially thought; alarm in her eyes as Vincenzo bent over and immediately shoved fingers down her throat, forcing herself to throw up over the side of the tiny island they were on, the ugly mass of sick littered with countless marble-like eggs.
'Gross.' San Francisco shuddered, turning her gaze onto Alfredo. ''Enterprise, help me out here.''
''Y-Yes, of course...''
…
It was a little trickier to remove the Huggers from Alfredo since the girl herself was unconscious, and thus couldn't pull back against their grip.
Alas, that meant resorting to using her baseball bat again – though personally if Vincenzo's reactions were anything to go by, she suspected Alfredo would much prefer a broken nose than being continually impregnated by an alien insect. Thus Alfredo was soon freed from the Huggers, albeit with a bloody nose and possibly also a broken pelvis, but again, better than being breeding stock for an alien creature.
Which led to their current situation; consoling a traumatised Vincenzo as the poor Destroyer alternated between sobbing to herself and throwing up as often as her body physically could, trying in vain to get all of them eggs out of her stomach – but despite her best attempts to scoop them out failed to remove all the ones from between her legs. San Francisco honestly wasn't sure how to fix that; taking her to one of the support vessels was the best bet, but even then she wasn't sure if they could help her.
''Hey, it's fine now, we'll get'cha back home safe...''
Distracted with consoling the Sardinian Destroyer the cruiser failed to notice how the swamp water nearby bubbled and shifted. Enterprise CL, however, did; straightening up as she scanned the dark peat bog around them, the swamp water so thick it was impossible to see past the thin skin on its surface... but when she stared for long enough, she noticed several more bubbles pop up. Closer than before.
''Miss Francisco.'' The dark-skinned maid politely called. ''We have company.''
San Francisco raised her head and looked about, scowling. She didn't see anything but trusted the maid enough to not doubt her. ''Great. Listen, Vincenzo – look at me girl – we gotta leg it. Can you pull Alfredo here with ya? We'll be busy coverin' your ass as you run.''
The threat of more monsters, particularly after what just happened, was enough to shock Vincenzo out of her distraught state – her head jerking in a painfully-fast nod before she scrambled over to Alfredo. The other girl was unconscious but that just made it harder for Vincenzo to pull her up, whimpering at the pain in her groin from the act, but she managed. Slipping her arm around her unconscious friend she hobbled past the vines the moment San Francisco cleared the way for her, the two Sardinians hurriedly slipping away.
''Alrighty then.'' San Francisco drawled; twirling her baseball bat around by its handle. ''Let's give these assholes a warm welcome, yeah?''
Enterprise CL said nothing and merely nodded, summoning her rigging once more just as San Francisco did the same – and as one, they fired. Six 203mm and four152mm shells plunged beneath the thick water and detonated, churning water before blasting it up in a column of filthy bog-water, some to it splattering over the two cruisers. The water quickly filled in the gap made but not fast enough to hide the motionless green body lurking at the muddy bed of the swamp, its form concealed by dirty brown water before either could get a good look at it.
Not that they needed to worry about that as the water nearest San Francisco churned – before from it a hulking green beast lunged out. San Francisco didn't wait to get a good look and simply swung her bat, making contact with the creature's jaw and snapping its head to the side, but to her surprise that wasn't enough to kill it. She backed off at that, eyes narrowing as she reloaded her guns. The creature stood before her was crocodilian in nature, that was undeniable; the long snout, the scaly jade-green scales and ribbed underbelly, all of it was familiar. What wasn't was the fact the creature stood on its two hind legs with a hunched posture, its arms longer than a normal crocodile's and its tail a lot longer too, trailing on the bog behind it.
A Crocodilian, she christened it.
She wondered if she'd get to name it officially when this was all over.
Any such mirthful thoughts perished as the Crocodilian turned its snout towards her, snarling. Faster than its bulky form implied it rushed her, steps short but quick and arms low – until she opened fire, blasting it with all six guns at close range. From so close she had no chance of missing and the blast blew past her, smoke biting her eyes and the heat washing over her front, but neither sensation dimmed the grin on San Francisco's lips.
''Payback's a bitch, huh.'' San Francisco called out.
The smoke didn't get a chance to clear before a second Crocodilian lunged out of the water on her right, earning itself a harsh whack from her bat, jerking its head to one side. Enterprise CL came to her aid and pummelled the creature with a full salvo but yet another Crocodilian emerged from the bog-water – and then another, and another. A spike of fear drove itself into San Francisco's heart and she backed up, wariness rising within her when she noticed two more Crocodilians come out of the water behind them on the other side of the vines, blocking their exit.
'Shit.' San Francisco gripped her bat tighter.
Then the Crocodilians charged. They came in from multiple angles and surprising speed, stunned only momentarily by her heavy swings and downed only by her guns, not her strikes. Enterprise CL helped where she could, nimbly dodging swings and snaps from the beasts, but she lacked the high-calibre guns needed to penetrate through their hides; all of her shots only wounding the beasts, and in turn angering them.
Until eventually one of the Crocodilians got lucky and snagged Enterprise CL by the arm, dragging her to the floor. The dark-skinned maid grunted in alarm and tried to wrench her wrist free but failed, a pained gasp escaping her lips as she was shoved chin-first into the boggy ground, her arm bent back so far it felt like it might snap. Mercifully not but such mercy was short-lived in her mind, her legs kicking out as the creature raked its claws through her turrets and viciously shredded her rigging, rending metal apart with harsh, ear-piercing shrieks.
Until soon she was practically disarmed and restrained.
'Wait.' Enterprise CL's eyes widened as she felt the beast get on top of her, one clawed hand keeping her shoulders down against the bog but the other ripping her skirt to shreds along with her panties – leaving her small, peachy rear bare to the air. 'It also intends to... defile me...?!'
The thought, the realisation that it wasn't just the Huggers but all monsters that wished to breed with them, inspired a fresh panic inside of the maid; her stoic mask crumbling as she struggled with renewed vigour. The Crocodilian on top of her snarled and pushed her down harder, its weight all on her shoulder and threatening to break bone, forcing her to submit out of fear. A submission that lasted just long enough for the creature to get on top of her, its sharp, pointed tip grazing her smooth nether lips.
And then the cruiser screamed as it penetrated her. It felt huge, its tip narrow but the shaft rapidly widening out until it felt like it might rip her apart, its swollen cock burying itself deep into her virgin womanhood and pressing down against her cervix. Enterprise CL had just a few moments to adjust to the pelvis-aching fullness before the heavy beast pulled partway out, just the tip left between her petals before it slammed back down onto her unwilling pussy.
''Mn! N-Nn- ah!'' Enterprise CL cried out, forehead pressed into the sodden ground; gasping painfully as its dick filled her again.
And again, and again. With its hand on her shoulder pinned her down Enterprise CL was utterly helpless as the monster violated her, its sizeable cock stretching her tender insides whether she wanted it or not. The size alone made it feel like she would break in two, but having that bulbous tip push and press up against her cervix only made it worse, like a blunt knife stabbing up against her innermost parts.
The creature only got faster too with time; guttural grunts spilling from its maw as it kept pumping into her tight vagina, its scaly groin smacking against her ass harshly and bruising flesh. Her ass cheeks burned the same shameful red as her cheeks and her eyes screwing shut; just enduring the ungodly thick cock that slammed into her pussy. Yet try as she might she couldn't ignore the narrow tip battering on her cervix, thumping against her innermost parts-
-and then suddenly the tip forced its way through her cervix. Enterprise CL spasmed, a soundless wheeze escaping her as the tip of the monster's cock stabbed into her womb before pulling back, allowing her no time to recover before it penetrated her cervix once more. Its dick wasn't long enough to penetrate her womb fully but just having that first inch or two inside past her cervix felt unfathomably painful.
''Haah! Hahn- nn! S... Stop it...!''
She didn't even know why she pleaded, why she begged. Only that it hurt so much, that she knew what would come at the end of all this, that she forsook her pride on the small hope the creature would cease. It didn't. With snarls brushing over her nape the Crocodilian mercilessly jammed its thick cock down into her narrow pussy, scraping her walls with its bulbous length and stretching her out far more than any human cock ever could, ruining her pussy with every ass-clapping thrust.
Her sore cunt continued to accept the beast's girth however, her walls seizing around its length as her body reacted to it, her insides becoming shamefully wet as if trying to make the penetration even the tiniest bit gentler. It didn't; all it succeeded in doing was make the beast pound the maid harder, fucking her glasses off of her face and smashing them when it slammed its free hand onto the bog in front of her, leaving her blind, and breedable.
''A-Ah, no, p-plea- agh!''
Enterprise CL cried out at the top of her lungs as the Crocodilian slammed its full length into her one last time, unloading a thick torrent of virile seed that erupted inside of her, spattering across her walls and pouring into her womb, filling it. It came plentifully, snarling and rasping as it kept cumming despite her womb being full, its milky seed pouring out around its shaft and leaking from her stuffed pussy, dribbling out little by little.
The dark-skinned cruiser only shuddered, throat raw and eyes stinging as she held back tears; screwing them shut as she just tried to ignore the beast, hoping it would leave her alone now that it had claimed her like the beast it truly was.
Alas, fate was not so kind, and Enterprise CL could only grit her teeth and whimper as the Crocodilian had another go with her; violating her hard and fast, eager to breed her even more.
X-x-X
San Francisco saw Enterprise CL go down.
However she wasn't able to aid her companion, grimacing and letting out another war-cry as she swung her bat, smacking the maw of another Crocodilian away from her. Already her rigging was in pieces, shredded not all at once but worn down bit by bit – and without it, she suddenly found herself not only outnumbered but outgunned. Her strength far exceeded that of a normal human's but the scaled beasts around her were durable enough to handle it, her bat swings only stunning at best
Her prized baseball bat too, though reinforced by virtue of being summoned alongside her, wasn't unbreakable. A fact San Francisco was forced to learn as she swung at the arm of another Crocodilian and watched the wood crack and break, splinters going airborne as the top-half of her weapon went in the opposite direction of her strike, leaving her staring in disbelief.
A disbelief that lasted too long as a Crocodilian lunged, snatching her shoulders and shoving her to the ground.
''Mn-!'' Her now-useless bat fell from her hand. ''Get off!''
She kicked, knee jutting up into the creature's stomach, but the ribbed belly was too tough to break with just a knee. A cry from Enterprise CL though made her jerk her head to the right, peeing across the lumpy, boggy ground – and her eyes widened as she found the dark-skinned maid pinned down and actively being bred, the Crocodilian on top of her thrusting its bestial hips and clapping her ass, the lack of clothing doing nothing to hide the debauched act.
Her shock lasted long enough for the Crocodilian on top of her to act; its clawed hand raking down her front and ripping apart her dress. San Francisco flinched out of her shock but she could do nothing to stop the creature as its claw hooked into her pink panties and shredded them in two, revealing her nether lips to the creature. Not a second later the beast pinned her arms down specifically with both of its own, snarling as it pressed its body down against her own, part of its ribbed crotch opening up to let its cock out of its sheathe; its cock rapidly hardening into a long, bottle-esque shaft.
The tip of which soon rubbed along her nether lips, teasing her opening – and then suddenly slammed inside of her.
''Agh!'' San Francisco threw her head back, expression contorting in pain as her insides were harshly spread open by the creature's shaft.
She barely had a chance to catch her breath however before the beast began to fuck her in earnest, guttural growls emerging from its throat as it slammed in-and-out of her pussy, forcing its long length into her. Though it wasn't her first time the harshness with which it moved made it feel like it; pained gasps fleeing her lips as the narrow tip pressed up against her womb whilst the thicker middle-part of its cock opened her insides up, leaving her feeling so very stretched it made her nauseous.
The Crocodilian didn't struggle with how dry she was either; simply hissing like an alligator as it continued to plunder her pussy, forcing its thick dick into her unheeding of her sharp gasps and wheezes, ignoring the hits to its chest. Its face was too far out of reach for her to try and hit and the more it stabbed its dick into her the more her strength left her, rapidly leaving San Francisco able only to lay there and take it, to submit to her fate.
''Ah, fuck, s-stop...!'' San Francisco gritted out between harsh, laboured breaths. ''Mn! You stupid- hn!''
Her thighs were suddenly grabbed and hefted up then down, pressed into her breasts as the Crocodilian mating-pressed her into the bog, thrusting its cock down into her abused pussy with renewed vigour. The air was forced from her lungs and all she could focus on was the thick bestial cock that spread her insides apart and kissed her womb, the tip so narrow it felt like it might batter through her very cervix, the thought only worsening the nausea overcoming her.
''Hgh... shit, fuck... mn...!''
It was all she could do to keep cursing and gritting her teeth, refusing to show weakness, but a pained tear still leaked from her eye as the Crocodilian gripped her thighs tighter, its claws raking across her fleshy thighs and leaving nasty bloody cuts across her fair skin. The pain was incomparable to the painful heat in her loins though, the breath fucked out of her as she was pushed down more, its reptilian cock pulsing within her depths-
-when the beast snarled and a torrent of liquid warmth poured inside of her. The sensation purged her mind of all thought, a jolt of fear stabbing into her heart as she realised what it meant, but she couldn't react – not that it would've done her much good. However the thought that the beast was impregnating her ignited an angry fire within her and San Francisco growled, baring her teeth – before she snatched up the discarded baseball bat, the broken edge sharp.
And successfully stabbing it into the creature's eye.
The Crocodilian let out a loud hiss-like scream, suddenly pulling out and scrambling away from her, flailing about as it tried to get the baseball bat out of its eye. San Francisco didn't waste a second and got her feet under herself, ignoring the pain in her crotch and using the tree to help her get up.
Only for another Crocodilian to grab her right leg and lift it, nearly sending her to the floor – and she screamed as it shoved its meaty cock into her abused pussy, wasting no time in pounding her, not letting he escape.
''Guh, f-fuck you!'' San Francisco cursed harshly, grimacing as she endured the painful thrusts.
Alas the Crocodilians would continue to mate with San Francisco despite her liberal protests, breaking both her body and her will under a constant torrent of cum; creampie after creampie dousing her depths with their semen.
Assuring that she too would carry their brood.
[END]
A/N: It's surprisingly quite hard to write an angry San Francisco. She's such a carefree gal that it's hard to picture it, hope it was convincing enough anyway~
See you next time in Chapter 8: Haguro and Bogue~